When Mia lifted herself off of me, leaving some of the combined fluids from all three of us on my lap, she said, “Clean yourself up, you boys have a tee time at two.”
Sam was a good golfer, we chatted casually about work, where we went to school, etc. He was a successful sales manager from a less fancy end of town. On account of the caddies, and occasional alligator, it was challenging to ask complex questions about the unusual week we were having with Mia. He wasn’t good looking and was slightly overweight. I did get to ask him briefly about Mia and he shrugged and said that if a girl that pretty wanted to keep having sex with him, he was not shutting the door.
In the locker room, while changing into our dinner clothes, I got a sense of why Mia invited him. I’m just slightly above average, and he was obviously very thick, even while flaccid.
The wood-paneled clubhouse had a soft, warm light and the honey-colored stain favored in newer buildings. As we walked up the staircase, it struck me that I not only allowed Mia to get me in this bizarre situation, but I also didn’t mind.
We were at the table when Mia walked into the room. I wasn’t facing the door, but most everyone around us looked up from their tables at the striking redhead. She was wearing a black sheath dress, with some kind of lace or small ruffles on it creating a texture, and black high heels. She paused briefly to address a family friend. We stood up as she approached the table and she gave us both a kiss on the cheek.
Dinner was pretty good for club food. Mia was a delightful hostess and kept us engaged. Afterwards, as we had two cars there, Sam rode in Mia’s on the way home. I was a bit jealous, because I love the way Mia drives, especially how her skirt rides up as she works the pedals of the old SAAB they keep there. Mia has never had a speeding ticket, and her skirts must play a role. Sometimes, I wonder if she’s ever done more than simply flash her legs.
Back at the house, we went into the kitchen, I opened a bottle of champagne and we toasted Mia for inviting us. She smiled, and leaned in and gave me a long kiss as I pulled her in closer with my free arm. She then spun around fast, releasing herself from my embrace, her hair hit my face, and she kissed Sam.
I knew it would be exciting to watch her kiss, but I had no idea how much. She was so lovely. This was going to be fun.
She moved a little to Sam’s left and turned his head a bit and resumed kissing him, but this time while looking into my eyes.
“Now, boys. I want to be watched. Admired. I want to be fucked while a lover watches.”
Without thinking about it, I said, “I’ll watch.”
I refilled our glasses and we walked out into the main room. I was already getting hard.
She told Sam to undress, and sipped her champagne while watching him. Putting down the glass, she kissed him again, and turned to me.
"Would you like to see me suck on his fat cock?”
I nodded my head. And sat down in a nearby chair.
Sam gave himself a few strokes, and she demurely sank to her knees.
They positioned themselves perpendicular to me so I had a great view. She flipped her hair to her far shoulder, grabbed Sam’s cock and slowly licked it from the base to the shaft. She slowly sucked on it while grabbing his balls.
She pulled back, keeping her hand on his shaft and looked at me.
“Do you like seeing me stuff this monster in my pretty mouth? Take off your clothes.”
I did as instructed.
She looked so beautiful. Her back straight, heels pointed out, hair flowing back and forth. Still in her dress, her arms were now wrapped around his butt and she was simply stuffing him into her.
Sam looked over at me. I was slowly stroking my dick, we both smiled at the absurdity of the situation. She was clearly being campy, playing a role.